Юстасия Тарасава
The Magic Cheese
Once upon a time there was a Cheese Boy. Actually, his name was Vovka. He was quite an ordinary boy and not made of cheese at all. He just loved it very much. Well, tastes differ, you know. So do people. There are potato, bread, egg and milk folks, as well as meat and fish ones. Needless to say, the majority belongs to chocolate, cake or ice-cream people. But Vovka was a cheese person and his friend Ljoshka a potato one. To tell the truth, at first Ljoshka didnt like potatoes at all, but that is another story and we wont tell it now.
As for Vovka, he liked cheese since he could remember himself. When Vovka became old enough to help his Mama and go out all by himself, he would do the shopping on the ground floor of their apartment building (because they had a grocery store there) almost every day. Usually he bought everything that his Mama had told him to buy and some cheese. He knew all sorts of cheese. Not all the sorts in the world, of course, only the ones that were sold in shops. He never mixed them up. One glance was enough for him to tell whether it was Poshehonskij or Radonezhskij, Altaiskij or Lamber, Yaroslavskij or Edam, Kostromskoj or Gollandskij, Gornij or Rossijskij, Swiss cheese, brynza, Camamber or any other.
Naturally, shop assistants nicknamed Vovka the Cheese Boy. There he is again, they would say. He must have a large family to buy cheese every day! They didnt know that Vovkas family was small, only his Mama and he himself. Well, of course, he had Grandpa and Grandma, and also Uncle and Aunt, but they lived so far and visited them not very often. Vovka lived with his mother and had cheese all for himself. Now, dont think he was that greedy. The reason was simple Mama didnt like cheese and almost never had it. Sometimes (very seldom, though) she could try a little, but Vovka always had the most of it. He was able to eat more than half a kilo at once. But not only that he could also make different tasty things of it: cheese-sprinkled potatoes, spaghetti, meat, fish or eggs anything that could be cooked in a hot frying-pan. Then there were sandwiches hot or cold, cheese salads, cheese sticks, cheese balls, cheese dumplings and cheese rolls, fried cheese in bread crumbs, cheese pan-cakes and tomatoes stuffed with cheese (sweet pepper, lettuce and eggs as well). Vovka even baked a cheese cake several times. No wonder he was called the Cheese Boy at home as well. Mama would always say, How can you eat so much cheese? Arent you sick of it? But Vovka was never sick of cheese. So, Mama only sighed, All right, you may have it. Cheese is good for your health. It would be better, of course, if you also had milk, kefir, cottage cheese and sour cream. But if you dont like them, eat more cheese. And dont have only cheese add some apples, carrots and walnuts, and make a salad out of it.
Mama would always worry that Vovka didnt eat properly. She was a pediatrician and didnt like it when children ate little healthy food. Or (which was even worse) when they had unhealthy things, too sweet or salty. Mama doctor would always criticize other Moms, when they gave their children too many sweets. Vovkas Mama was strict and serious at her work, but at home she laughed a lot, and Vovka was glad that his Mama was so cheerful. It wasnt like that all the time, though. Other childrens mothers scolded and sometimes punished them, but Vovkas Mama wouldnt say a word when she was angry, and then Vovka wished she would scold and punish him. Sometimes Mama didnt laugh, only sighed, and that was when she felt very tired. She was responsible for a lot of children, and when they got sick, she had to come to everyone and prescribe the treatment. On those days she would come home, have a seat and wouldnt say a word for a while. She would only say that her legs couldnt walk anymore. When Vovka was little, he wondered what had happened to Mamas legs. But later he began to understand that grown-ups talked that way when they were very tired. He had learned that when Mamas legs couldnt walk, they had to be put in a tub filled with water. Then Mama would get some rest and become cheerful again, and also surprised with how much cheese Vovka had eaten. And she would surely worry whether his stomach was all right. All doctors believe that there is always a chance to get a pain of some kind, especially when you have eaten too much of something tasty.
One day Vovka went to the store to buy some cheese, biscuits and sooshkas (bread-like doughnuts, only dry and hard) for his Grandpa and Grandma, because they had promised to call in. Grandpa and Grandma liked having tea. They would stay in the kitchen together with Mama for the whole evening and have tea until they were tired. Grandma liked dipping biscuits in her tea and Grandpa enjoyed crunchy sooshkas. All his false teeth were of metal, so it was easy for him to eat hard stuff.
So, Vovka went to the store. He thought of buying something for Uncle and Aunt, but then decided against it. You could never tell for sure, whether they were going to come. Uncle and Aunt had promised to call in so often, but then they had never had. Nevertheless, they could come without telling about it, and no one really objected. Uncle and Aunt had their own business and not much time, and everybody understood that. When they did come, they would always bring lots of tasty things, especially when no one expected them.
That was the reason why Vovka didnt buy anything for his Uncle and Aunt. He decided to buy a chocolate bar for Mama instead. He thought that Uncle and Aunt might not come, but Mama would for sure and she liked chocolate. It made her cheerful, and she often had it. Even when there was no chocolate left, Mama would smell the paper it was wrapped into and smile.
Vovka thought that over and bought biscuits, sooshkas and a chocolate bar. He did that rather fast. Buying cheese was a harder task, though. Vovka spent a lot of time standing in front of a shop window. The sorts of cheese were so many and it was so hard to pick up only one. There were white cheeses, yellow cheeses, with or without holes in them, soft cheeses, hard cheeses, smoked and salty ones and also curd cakes. Even the shape was different round, rectangular or sliced. There were cheeses for a picnic, cheeses for tea and for a snack. And oh, how they smelled! Vovka even closed his eyes and shook his head.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw an old lady, but such a strange one that he even forgot which cheese he had chosen. The old lady was wearing an old-fashioned dress, the one that could be seen only in old movies or in a museum. Her hat was old-fashioned, too. Sometimes Vovka saw ladies that wore hats, decorated with flowers or bows. But on the old ladys hat there were tiny cows and calves, sheep and lambs, and goats all with little bells hanging on their necks! Vovkas mouth went wide open.
The old lady paid no attention to him and started to read the labels, following them with her hand in a glove that way it was easier for her to read, Vovka guessed. He looked at her strong glasses and felt sorry for the old lady the letters were so small and she was straining to read them.
Can I help you, madam? asked Vovka.
The moment he said that, the old lady suddenly vanished, as if he had never seen her before. Vovka was completely amazed! But also another wonderful thing happened a new sort of cheese appeared in the shop window. Vovka had never seen this one before. On a bright yellow wrapper it was written with red letters: Magic Cheese, weight 200 gr. There was also a smiling little mouse on the wrapper. It even seemed to Vovka that the mouse winked at him. Well, of course, it could not be real had anybody ever seen winking mice? Suddenly Vovka wished to try this magic cheese so strongly that he took it and went straight to the cash-desk. But, strangely enough, a cashier didnt take any money for it.
At home Vovka washed his hands first after all, he was a big boy to know about bacteria. Then he went to the kitchen, turned the kettle on and put cups and saucers on the table: for Mama, Grandpa, Grandma, and for himself. He put biscuits and sooshkas into a biscuit dish and got a sugar-pot. As for the cheese, Vovka sliced it thinly and laid on a plate. He couldnt help having a tiny slice of it. What an unusual smell! he thought in amazement. It doesnt smell like cheese at all it smells of summer, flowers, apples, water-melons, a little bit of a damp forest where mushrooms grow, loud splashes of water on the river, fresh milk that you drink before going to bed. And at the same time it smells of Christmas, of a Christmas tree, decorated with tangerines and brightly-wrapped candies, of a goose roasted in an oven, merry Christmas carols singers, frosty air that pinches your cheeks when you slide down the hill. Wow! How can they make cheeses like that? Ive never had anything like that in my whole life! I wish I could take a glance at how they make it, thought Vovka.
Immediately the usual kitchen surroundings vanished somewhere, and Vovka found himself in a huge green meadow. The boy was absolutely confused. Only a minute ago he was making tea at home and then imagine that! he was in a meadow! And oh, what a meadow it was! The grass was thick, bright and rich, and it was coloured with flowers blue, yellow, pink, purple, white and red, large and small ones. They made the meadow look like a fine carpet. There also was a path across this flowery carpet, but not a single person anywhere. Vovka couldnt even ask anyone what kind of a place he got at. And, which was more important, how did he get there? Surely, it was some kind of magic. Vovka thought that perhaps he was only dreaming and pinched his hand. It became white, then red no, a bruise wasnt a dream at all. The boy looked around again and walked along the path decidedly.
Vovka had never seen such amazing paths before. It was very much alive and joyful. It seemed to Vovka that the path was playing with him, slightly pushing the boy ahead. But of course, that couldnt be true, just because it couldnt be true at all. Still Vovka thought that only such paths were able to lead you. This one was really doing that! Vovka had no idea what kind of a place it was, but he enjoyed it. On both sides of the path there were trees. They grew thicker and thicker until they turned into a real forest, and into a rather strange forest, one should say. Tiny yellow, orange, pink, red, green and blue birds were sitting on the branches of the trees. There was even one purple bird. All of them were singing about something kind and good, and these songs filled Vovka with joy and strength. The warm wind caressed the boys face, and brought fruit and (for some reason) honey fragrances. In the thick grass bright flowers were blooming and butterflies of many colours were flying over them. Beautiful green trees grew in the forest and almost all of them were in full blossom. Those that were not had ripe juicy fruit on their branches cherries, plums, apples, pears, oranges, apricots, figs and many others. Well, even a small child knows that all these fruit trees cant grow at one place and bear fruit at the same time. This isnt possible and such cases are unknown to science. But Vovka saw that with his own eyes and even could touch the trees. Every time he would exclaim, That cannot be!, wondering at this miracle, an orange or some other fruit dropped into Vovkas palm. Yes, this forest was truly magic. Its trees seemed to understand human language and gladly treated the boy to their fruits. Vovka wasnt hungry yet, and he also remembered well that in magic gardens not all the fruits were harmless. If you tried them, you could have donkeys ears or deers antlers afterwards. Or, which was even worth, you could stop breathing. Vovka had no wish to try these fruit, but he also didnt want to hurt the trees, refusing them. He thought a little and put the fruit into his pockets. The trees seemed to notice what Vovka was doing, and started to give him more. This way I wont have any room left in my pockets very soon, worried the boy. But then quite suddenly the forest came to an end.
It happened so abruptly that Vovka didnt even have time to get surprised, when he saw a green meadow with bright flowers, a house made of yellow stones not far away, a wooden well and a mouse that was pulling the water out of it. It was the mouse from the cheese wrapper the one that winked at Vovka. The boy saw the wells similar to this one in the country and even tried to take water out of them himself. At first you had to tie a bucket to a chain or a rope and then throw it down, turning the handle until the bucket came up. This work wasnt easy, but it wasnt too difficult either. With some training everyone could easily do it, but a mouse?! A little grey mouse with a thin tail? Even if it were dressed up like that in a fine scarlet pinafore embroidered in gold threads, still it wouldnt be able to do it. Vovka decided that it was some kind of a trick. And then the mouse turned around and said not very politely, There is no shame, you know, when one is bowing low. You can show respect by bending your back.
Vovka was taken aback and didnt even say hello to her. He had never seen talking mice before. And also no one had taught him how to bow. He could shake hands or say hello all right, but bowing?! Still, he remembered seeing it either in a book or in a movie and bowed low to the mouse. He had no idea how to behave properly to talking animals and decided to be as much polite as possible just in case.
Hello! Will you pardon me, please, but Ive never seen talking animals before. Is it really you talking or is it a trick of some kind?
The mouse grew kinder and grumbled quite friendly, Well, live and learn, you know. Are you trying your luck and here got stuck? What fairy-tale are you from, dear?
I am not from a fairy-tale. I am from a city district. The only thing is that I have no idea how Ive got here and which bus I should take to get back.
Good heavens! exclaimed the mouse and clasped her paws. If you have no place to go, welcome to the old mouses home! Once we have a seat, we can talk and have some tea.
The mouse ran to the house, but she hadnt forgotten the bucket. Vovka wondered how she was able to carry it.
Let me help you with the bucket, he offered.
The mouse gave it to him and said, Thank you for your help. The one who is kind to the rest will surely be blessed.
With these words they approached the little house made of yellow stones with a little bit of orange in them. It didnt appear small at a closer look. Vovka liked it at first glance. Everything was so nice and cozy that you had a feeling of having been here already. The porch was painted blue, there were flower pots on window-sills, embroidered curtains and bells made of clay, hanging over the door.
Vovka came into the house, following the mouse, took his shoes off (he didnt want to make crocheted rags dirty) and went to the kitchen. In spite of the warm spring day there was fire in a big Russian stove. It smelled of fresh cheese, the Magic cheese Vovka had tried at home before he found himself in the meadow. Near the stove there stood a huge red cat in a colourful apron and a chefs cap. He stirred something that was cooking in a pot.
Without paying Vovka any attention, the huge cat grumbled at the mouse, I told you, stop br-ringing str-rangers home. He wasnt called, so he shall go away. I have my hands full without him. Even if a fr-riend is ver-ry dear-r, I cannot stop making cheese her-re. Why are you not at wor-rk? he asked Vovka rather sharply.